"San Master, what do you mean?"

Feng Chenglin tried to push open a coffin lid.

"You mean, the coffin is empty and there are no dead people inside..."

Before he finished speaking, as the coffin lid opened, a rotten smell came to his nose.

"Well……"

He didn't even have time to look inside, so he quickly covered the coffin lid and turned around and felt disgusting.

"This... there are really dead people in it..."

He thought that this place was a place for a coffin.

Unexpectedly, it was really the burial place for dead people.

"No... what are the problems of people in this sea area? Shouldn't someone... be buried in peace? Why are they still..."

"Where is the temple?!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly interrupted Feng Chenglin's complaint.

"Where has he gone?"

They have been here for so long and have made such a big noise. Ding Temple should know that it is.

After all, he only came a stick of incense earlier than them.

But now, the surroundings are very heavy, dead silent, and there is no sound at all.

"Yes, what about the temple..."

Feng Chenglin remembered the purpose of their trip at this time and hurriedly looked around.

"Why didn't that kid even make a sound? It wasn't that when he fell down... he was fainted, right?"

He looked at the place where they fell and suddenly took a breath.

"What is that?"

On the foot of the coffin, a piece of clothing was on the ground.

"Three Young Master..."

Pinching the corner of his clothes, Feng Chenglin's face was obviously not good.

"This dress..."

The edges of the corners of the clothes are extremely neat.

"It was cut off!"

Ling Luoyu had long noticed the abnormality of clothes and looked around with cold eyes.

"What attacked Ding Temple... Let's be careful..."

Looking at the coffin, Feng Chenglin made up for some pictures in his mind, and he suddenly felt that life was dark.

"What a broken place?! What's the fun of putting a coffin on it? What's the fun of dead people? How good is it to be buried in the soil..."

"Shut up!!"

Ling Luoyu stuffed the corner of Ding Temple's clothes into Feng Chenglin's mouth with his backhand, causing him to retreat him in disgusting.

"San Young Master... you are so unkind... Bah..."

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu stroked his lips, gently stroked his fingertips, shining the torch towards the ground, looking around as if he was thinking.

"Fatty...didn't you find that this is wrong?"

"Nonsense! Of course not... So many coffins are right, it's right!"

Feng Chenglin spat hard for two times before walking over with a disgusting look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think...it's very clean here?!"

"……clean……"

The wind is in the forest and there is some chaos in the air.

It seems that the word "cleanness" is a bit inappropriate to use in places where coffins are spread all over you?!

However, from Ling Luoyu's eyes, he found clues and couldn't help but hold a torch to shine on the ground.

Ling Luoyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a stream of light came out: "Did you find something wrong?"

"No footprints..."

He suddenly looked behind him and took a breath.

“There is no dust in this place…”

"right!"

“…”

Even if the closed place is, a layer of dust will fall over time.

But this place-

Feng Chenglin's fingertips slid over the coffin lid on one side: "The coffin lid... is it clean... is this other party unusual, or is it... someone cleaning?"

"The dead people have rotted in the coffin you just opened, and we are breathing normally here, which means that the air is circulating at this time... There will be dust in the circulating place!!"
Chapter completed!